*BLING*

HELL YAH - there's some hardnosed mutherfucker that's been giving the guys a hard time for 2 weeks now while they have been trying to close a deal with him. He kept changing the terms and conditions and wanted this and wanted that, etc etc. I finally hear "Wicked, fucking help us man - this guy is driving us nuts!" So I said, yah ok, lemme do my thing and hustle. And hustle is just what I did. Right before I leave for the weekend, I pick up the phone, be as nice as I can be, and lay it on the line for the dude. The conversation went something like this:

Wicked: Hey, I got bad news - I think the deal is going to collapse.
The bad guy: Why??!! I NEED this, please!
Wicked: Well, because you keep changing the terms and conditions and I really want to work with you on this, but it's gotten too complicated. I just don't work like that.
The bad guy: Well, look, please, I'll go with what you need.
Wicked: Ok, here's the deal - it's $17 a pop. You control shipping. You fork over a verifiable check. I got everything here, all you gotta do is say yes and wire me some money or fax the check and it's done. Come on, lets close this - if not, I got someone else that'll take it. You're wasting my time and pissing me off. I do everything cut and dry and now you're messing with me.
The bad guy: But that's high!

Wicked: You're right. Goodbye and have a great weekend. *click*

Wait for it.....wait for it......wait for it....

*click*
*click*
*boom(or ring)*

Wicked: Hello?

The bad guy: Ok, lets close this. I'm in.

Wicked: Great. Done. Cya Monday.

$170,000 deal closed. 10 minutes. THAT'S how you hustle.

Ciao! Wicked Wacks